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  • life is but a fleeting moment
    and we are unimportant in the scheme of things
    Yet life goes on, in spite of all we say and do
    and life is never kind.

    And if the truth of it were known to all
    there would be little gained in our short years
    the melancholy of our hopeless state
    would overcome the mind

    The spirit would collapse if time were known
    for nothing of ours lives remains
    and we would be the hopeless pawns of fate
    all ripples in the whirlpool of time.

    Let us resign ourselves to this our fate
    life only gives what we can reach and take
    from nothingness to nothingness we flow
    and naught becomes of what we leave behind

    we cling to gods to give us hope beyond
    the dismal lives we live in vain
    we live our lives as if we may be judged
    and disregard the pleasures that we find

    no judgment lies beyond the tomb save one
    when given life, did you choose to live
    or did you cower, afraid of what you feel
    instead of living life sublime.
    November 2010
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